The Cloud Hunters

The Cloud Hunters — page 7
2 Morning Sometimes I would see the Cloud Hunters leave port in the cool breath of early morning It was hard for me to make my steps continue on their way to school after that They were all I could see all I could think of And to me right there right then there could be no finer life no greater excitement than to be sailing aloft in search of the great soft cotton wool clouds But I was just a school student and my father and mother were administrators and office workers They wore fashionable clothes and suits and kept regular hours They could never have been Cloud Hunters in a million years For the Cloud Hunters were like gypsies and renegades with earrings and jewels hennaed hands and tattoos bracelets and bands of gold and with dark mysterious looks They were outcasts and adventurers and I longed to be one of them the way that a volunteer knowing noth ing of war might long to be a soldier The reality of war its pain and fear its terror and discomfort and depriva tion meant nothing All the naive onlooker and would be recruit could perceive was war’s romance 5